you know
when people say
that the color of someone's eyes
are what make them beautiful.
from the depths of oceans
that wade around my ankles,
the blue glittering my eyes to blindness,
to the lush, endless pastures
of sweet smelling grass,
the green electrifying the senses to burnt out nerves,
to the golden sun of the universe,
the colors interwoven with the souls of stars,
the hazel warming my cold heart.
but i would think
brown is the most beautiful because
no matter how common
or how familiar it may be,
it brings out the hazel in your glowing smile,
and the green that grows your laughter into flowers,
and the blue that turns your tears into droplets of the rain
you love so much.
but most importantly
it reminds me of you.
YOU ARE READING
tragedy
Poetry[a collection of poetry] tragedy (n.) 1) an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe. 2) dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person desti...
